around dead folks. "
Spyder didnt need her to tell him. He could hear them coming, crunching lightly across the beach toward them. Their voices were like whispers drifting through a long ventilation duct-flat, distant and insistent. Spyder stumbled and went down on one knee, cutting his hands on the sharp shells. Lulu and Shrike started to help him up, but other hands were there, pulling him away, purring and cooing and desperate.
"Blood. Hes alive!"
"Please wizard, do me a service in Hell and Ill tell you where to find a great treasure back on earth…?"
"Take my place in the Inferno and your heirs will rule a vast and wealthy kingdom!"
"So pretty. The red. Life. "
"Save me, my lord. I am a virtuous woman…?"
There were so many lost souls on this side of the Bone Sea, and they were much more aggressive than the souls whod refused to make the crossing. None had much individual strength, but their combined desperation had Spyder pinned within their massed presence. It was like being slowly crushed under a ton of feathers. Spyder felt his leather jacket rip and his shirt come apart. The souls gasped and fell back.
"His skin marks…?"
"Lhomme peint…?"
"A warrior…?"
Their hands were on Spyders back, and running over his arms and face. So many of them, he couldnt breathe. They pulled his hair and clawed at his cheeks. He tried to push them away, but it was like pushing at air. Fingers slipped under his blindfold and into his eyes. The souls fingertips glowed inside his eyeballs like eerie deep sea creatures.
"Get back!" Spyder yelled.
The weight of the souls instantly left his body-but a second later a hand swept acro
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